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Taylor baker Feb 2014
they never care what's going on
Just want to know and play along.

They'll tell you anything to show they "care"
But in the end they're never there.

All they want is drama. Want to know your business to go off and share.

Fake people, manakins everywhere,
See your secrets filling in the air, they stare, they glare, they all look at you. You want to run away to the place you feel you can be real.
Pass them ignore their eyes. Their looks of thrill is hypnotized. Hurry toss that penny into the wishing well.
And pray for god to reveal which ones are real
Hurry don't waste your time.
Remember they're the ones who lied.
Who said they cared, then later talk behind your back
Get mad! Go ahead attack!
Make sure they know whose going to get the last laugh.
That snitch
Keep in mind revenge is a *****.
It hurts to see your friends are the same.
As the fake ones are playin along with their silly games. Just laughing and whispering in each others ears.
Now they see you and want to be friends.
They're just going to neglect you in the end.
Face your fears and hide away your tears.
Just remember all those years,
Weren't worth all the tears.
jeffrey robin Jun 2015
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we are the stuff of legends

( poets ! )

Masters of genitalia

Waving in  midnight breezes

Signifying ...... Dreams !!

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we love each other so verbally

Slashing scars onto the paper fantasies

Of our pelvic thrusting

Mingling

Joy with sorrow

And creating

The ecstasy of

Our unrivaled pain !

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So we dance

Sing

And play

Soft the real song

For we would truly live free

Even amid the manakins

Of our modest poetic skills

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just as an aside

ARE THE COPS STILL RANDOMLY

MURDERING BLACKS AND POOR PEOPLE

ON THE STREET ?

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Okay

Now

Back to your ducks and *******

For the real news of the day !

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I grow stronger

Soon ! Soon !

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We are

The gentle proud note of the song

Escaping

Into Pure Solitude

Into the Love

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we are

The BAND

playing true instruments

Of light and laughter

Placed softly

On the breath that enlivens your heart

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